Now, we have a UK winter to look forward to, grey skies, rain, short days, long dark nights. Even a boring fucking walk to all the same places for the 1,000th time in the spring and summer will seem like it was a treat, compared to trudging though wind and rain and sleet. Where's the pleasure in that? Or in standing outside trying to speak to someone 2m away in a knifing Arctic wind?
I completely agree, @Tolleshunt. The time between the clocks going back in October and the solstice in December is horrendous. It just gets darker, and darker and although people on MN love to witter on about crisp days and winter sunshine, more often than not we get grey and dull. In Glasgow in Nov/Dec it's not light until 9am, dark again by 3pm. Utterly depressing.
"Snuggling on the sofa" and "hot choc" have zero appeal to me. Usually, I struggle through those months with my high--dose Vit D and my lightbox. Meet friends for coffee. Go for a mooch round museums or NT properties or other inside places.
Now, even without plans for another tightening of restrictions, you can't do that. You can't decide spontaneously to go to a museum on a crap day because you have to book in advance. And wear a mask. Many places here still aren't open, or open reduced hours.
We were all totally on board with the "save the NHS" message and everyone accepted that we needed to change for a short period to stop the NHS being swamped. But it was never swamped. Doctors and nurses had plenty of time to film dances and post them online. GPs barricaded the doors and still haven't reopened properly, 6 months later. Thousands of outpatient appointments cancelled, operations, treatment for serious stuff like cancer.
Now the message isn't "save the NHS" it's "stop anyone getting ill, ever". Unachievable.
Covid is one risk of many which we need to learn to accept, and live with. We cannot live like this for the foreseeable future. We need to accept that Covid isn't more important than all the other illnesses and conditions out there, and just get on with it.